Jeff was not in his right mind.
The stab wound was weird. It had affected his mobility, thinking as well as speech. Though his speech was back but he felt horrible not helping his wife with the difficult situation she had been in.
Looking at the ancient beautiful ceiling, Jeff thoughts were on the things that transpired this couple of weeks. Things were bad and they were all in danger. Were it not for his wife and his men, they would've perished. He was useless when he should be helping his wife. His body was slowly getting back in shape. But he planned to do next was a mystery even to himself.
He woke up and walked slowly but steadily to the huge bathroom. He slid the huge glass door and entered. He didn't even bother to take off his short and shirt and just stood under the shower and allow the water to drip over his body with immense pressure.
